“And—and you ought to look out for a husband.”
“You mean a husband ought to look out for me. Plenty of time—plenty of time.”
“Plenty of time? Then who was that you were talking to at our last encampment?”
“Who—who? Let me see; ah, the Tyrolese youth who saved my life, you know!”
“Your life? How?”
“Attention! but what’s that noise?”
For there was a great disturbance as though somebody was being pushed about, and as though somebody was rather objecting to it.
“A spy—a spy—a spy.”
And the next moment Tony was being lugged before the sergeant by as many of the brave 11th as could conveniently keep a hold on him at one and the same moment. He butting, kicking, and struggling all the while.
“Spy—no spy—I want to be a soldier.